They made it to the Deity's clearing with minimal excitement, at least in Sophia's view. Connor probably felt differently. He hadn't been expecting the sudden appearance of Sophia's friendly Djinn, Heal, a regular morning occurrence since she'd helped him and his cousins with their fears of both wide open spaces and tight, enclosed spots, one …
Sophia jumped away from the door, just in time to get out of sight of the yard before Imelda swung it open. Thankfully she didn't react to Sophia's presence, lurking off to one side. Sophia supposed she'd known of her eavesdropping the whole time but there were more important things to discuss. "You think I …
Connor strode out to the stable and hunted for something physical to do. There was a pile of wood and an axe nearby but he wasn’t a great woodcutter and he didn’t want to risk a sharp blade with his current mood. He settled for hunting down some leather polish and a cloth and attacking …
Sophia strode through the forest, smiling a greeting at a friendly raven and tossing some scraps collected from breakfast to both her and the uncertain little furballs in the undergrowth. She wasn't sure what they were, the island collected mythical animals that had lost their belief along with everything else, but they were cute and …
The forest was old, revered and not one to suffer fools. Thankfully Sophia had been properly introduced before starting on its paths and it was cautiously approving. She made sure not to blunder through the overgrowth or trample fragile new flowers and the paths stayed clear of thorns, if rather narrow. She got the rather …
Prompt: There is an island where all lost things end up. Today you wake up, cold and wet, on the beach of that island. Sophia shifted slightly where she lay. Whatever it was she was lying on wasn't very comfortable, it was cold, wet and scratchy. As reason began to return, she realised she was …
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